![]() ![]() I had someone there, didn’t I? My father might have been tight-lipped and distant, but he showed up. A way to get me to Connecticut so I can be there when she walks out. ![]() Automatically, my mind scrambles for a solution. I shake my head even though she can’t see me. It’s about time something went my fucking way, right?” She pauses. ![]() Guess they decided to be lenient with me, too. The robotic recording starts to play, telling us we only have thirty seconds left. I lean back against the building, my legs no longer able to support me. “I thought I was calling to give you good news, but maybe you want me to stay in here and rot while you’re ‘starting over’ in New York.” “Parole hearing,” I echo, cymbals crashing in my ears. I’m used to being left behind, right? My parents didn’t even come to my parole hearing.” ![]()
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